Early the next morning, Zheng Guo thought for a long time and decided to go to Xianyang Prison.
Yesterday, His Majesty suddenly summoned him to the palace, saying it was for writing a book, and also deliberately reminded him to go to Xianyang Prison when he had no idea.
Although this reminder was somewhat deliberate, Zheng Guo decided to give it a try.
Maybe Mr. Fusu really has a solution.
He just couldn't reveal his identity. He was a little confused, but he didn't dare to disobey His Majesty, so he thought he should make a good plan.
After the morning court, Zheng Guo changed into regular clothes and went to Xianyang Prison alone.
When he arrived at the cell, he saw Fusu sitting on the mat and chatting happily with a man.
The man looked ordinary, wearing the clothes of a Confucian scholar, but his whole body had a good temperament, which made people take a second look.
He didn't think much, stood outside the fence and said respectfully: "Master Su."
Hearing his voice, the two people's conversation suddenly stopped. Fusu turned around and saw the person, his expression paused, "Why are you here?"
Zheng Guo couldn't help but bow slightly and said: "I went to your house yesterday and heard from your father that you were imprisoned in Xianyang Prison. I came to see you."
Hearing what he said, Fusu breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to explain to Ran Fang: "This is my friend."
Ran Fang sat there and didn't ask any questions, just nodded slightly.
Zheng Guo, on the other hand, saw that Fusu was so respectful to this Confucian scholar, so he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but he was curious about where Ran Fang came from and how he could be so close to Master Fusu?
But while Zheng Guo was in a daze, Fusu asked.
"Why did you come today?"
Fusu felt a little strange when he looked at Zheng Guo who suddenly appeared in Xianyang Prison.
Zheng Guo came to his senses and smiled helplessly.
"I came here to repair books..."
When Ran Fang heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Could this person be a book repairer?
But the next second, Zheng Guo continued.
"The imperial court is not only repairing books, but also convening talented people from all over the world to write books."
"I was thinking that I would write a book on agriculture and give it to the ministers of the court. Maybe it could revive my lineage of theory. But I thought about it for a few days and didn't have a clue, so I thought of asking you. "
Hearing this, Ran Fang couldn't help but laugh.
He and Fusu had been chatting happily these days, and it had to be said that Fusu still had some skills, but writing a book was a technical job that couldn't be done just by opening one's mouth.
It seems a bit strange that Zheng Guo chased him into prison and asked him how to write a book.
Zheng Guo, who was waiting for Fusu to pay attention, couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw Ran Fang like this, and asked in an unhappy tone: "Why is this young master laughing?"
Ran Fang shook his head, suppressed the smile on his lips, and took a sip of tea while lying there.
"Nothing, go on."
Just as Zheng Guo was about to reprimand Ran Fang for being disrespectful, he was stopped by Fusu, "This is the Confucian scholar I met in prison, Ran Fang."
"The descendants of Ran Fang, the disciple of ancestor Kong, are quite talented and learned."
"In just a few days, I learned a lot of knowledge from my husband in prison."
By the time Fusu finished speaking, Zheng Guo had already opened his eyes wide.
He didn't expect that the Ran Fang in front of him had such a big background!
Descendants of Confucius's direct disciples? !
Is it possible that His Majesty's statement last night that he could question Fusu in prison without revealing his identity has something to do with this person named Ran Fang?
Involuntarily, Zheng Guo's eyes softened a lot when he looked at Ran Fang.
"I was a bit abrupt just now, I hope Mr. Ran can forgive me."
Seeing Ran Fang waving his hand, Zheng Guo couldn't help but said curiously: "I, Zheng...Xue, came here specifically to ask Mr. Su how to write a book."
"But judging from your attitude just now, it seems that you have some other opinions on this matter?"
Fusu, who was standing next to him, had already guessed why Zheng Guo appeared here. He probably had something to do with his father.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Ran Fang and said, "Yesterday, Master once said that if he could write a book on agriculture, it would be a good thing for the people of the world."
"Zheng Xue also knows something about farming. It would be most appropriate for him to write this book."
"Besides, Zheng Xue and the Prime Minister are also old friends. If he hands this book to the Prime Minister, he will indeed be able to talk to the Prime Minister."
"If sir, you have a good idea for writing a book, why don't you tell Zheng Xue about it."
After listening to Fusu's words, Zheng Guo knew that he had guessed correctly. The main crux of this matter still lies with Ran Fang!
He stood up straight, bowed to Ran Fang properly, and said respectfully: "Sir, please enlighten me."
What Ran Fang despised the most was that someone was so polite to him, and he was still over fifty years old. He felt that he could not afford this gift.
What's more, Fusu just said that Zheng Xue also has some connections, and even if he can't get out, he can still make friends.
Dang even waved his hand towards him.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to be like this."
"Since you and Mr. Su are good friends, you are not an outsider."
"This matter is very simple. Since I am writing a book about farming, I naturally have to start with agricultural technology. It is best to go deep into farming to know how to farm, otherwise what I write will be just words on paper."
"Cultivation techniques and production techniques of various crops require experience and a large amount of precise data. If we compile these and make them into an atlas, wouldn't it be a book?"
After Ran Fang finished speaking, Zheng Guo stood there thinking for a while, hesitated, and said: "Although I know a little about farming, what I am most familiar with is building canals. Let me tell the people how to farm. I'm afraid it will be the same." Some things can’t be done.”
After saying that, he was still a little embarrassed. He stood there as if he had done something wrong, so he looked straight at Ran Fang, waiting for his answer.
Ran Fang sneered and said in a relaxed tone: "Writing a book requires summarizing the experiences of many people. How can one person complete it?"
"Da Qin's crops include grass, wheat, millet, rice, poached rice, and bean sprouts. The cultivation and production of each type are different. Can you still do all these things by yourself?"
“This farming book must not only write about current planting techniques, but also innovative agricultural techniques.”
"For example, you can write about methods for cultivating new varieties of rice and barley, and you can also study the effects of soil, climate, and cultivation methods on changes in crop varieties."
"There are also ways to change the characteristics of animal and plant varieties, etc. These are all methods that can increase crop yields."
"With these technologies, we can write a real book on farming. Remember the saying, 'The veins of soil vary with the times, and the nature of the species varies with the water and soil.' This is the essence."
After Ran Fang finished speaking, Zheng Guo, who was standing there, was completely stunned. He looked at Ran Fang blankly, and countless turmoils had already arisen in his heart!
He never expected that Ran Fang, who was in prison, could say such words!
No wonder His Majesty asked him to ask him, this was the first time he heard some things!
Especially the sentence "Soil veins vary through the ages, and caste varies with water and soil"!
The book he wants to write can be summed up in one sentence.
If I want to write the book requested by His Majesty, it seems that I must listen to Ran Fang.
Thinking of this, his attitude became more respectful. This time it was not because of the attitudes of His Majesty and Fusu, but because of his admiration for Ran Fang from the bottom of his heart.
"What you said is true, but I have never heard of these methods. I wonder what your opinion is?"
Seeing the hesitation in Ran Fang's eyes, he thought of what Fusu said just now, and continued: "If I can get Master's teachings, I will definitely go and say something nice to the Prime Minister and release Master from this Xianyang prison."
These words were said so loudly that Fusu couldn't help but look at him a few more times, feeling a little suspicious in his heart. Could it be that his father had relented?
Ran Fang was overjoyed after hearing this. It seemed that he had hope of getting out.
"In that case, I will tell you this."
